| One man
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| Does his work
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| He’s not satisfied
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| Not at all
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| Feels like
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| That he is being used
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| His self respect starts to fall
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| His frustration
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| Runnin' very very high
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| He takes it out
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| On the one he loves
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| Because it’s safe
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| And who they gonna tell
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| And he hates the cold-bloodedness
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| That runs inside
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| Oh yes
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| It’s hard times
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| For an honest man
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| Very very very hard times
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| Hard times for an honest man
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| Very very very hard times
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| Sister
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| She’s got a lot of pride
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| You can see it when she walks into the room
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| But she’s young
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| And she’s unaware
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| Of what a brutal world can do to you
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| So she loves a man
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| He lies like a dog
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| Tears her little world all apart
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| So the walls go up
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| For the rest of her days
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| And there ain’t no man can touch this girl’s heart
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| Oh yes
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| It’s hard times
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| For an honest man
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| Very very very hard times
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| Hard times for an honest man
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| Very very very hard times
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| So we walk
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| From the front porch to the back yard
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| Just to laugh and say hello and say good-bye
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| But some days are hard, like a soldier’s steel-toed boots
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| And the rent we pay to stay here gets high
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| Oh yes
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| It’s hard times
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| For an honest man
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| Very very very hard times
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| Hard times for an honest man
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| Very very very hard times |